Sunday, 29 November 2009

A Three Hour Tour

I tried making vegetable and barley risotto yesterday with portobello steaks. I accidentally bought wheat berries. Did you know that making risotto out of wheat berries takes approximately two hundred hours? Neither did I, until I served my boyfriend dinner just in time to watch SNL. In the meantime:

- My roommate watched a movie "with several breaks."- My boyfriend designed a website.- Someone arrived, unpacked, and moved in across the street.- I sang the entire cast albums of A Little Night Music, Company, and Follies.- I fogged up the apartment until everything condensed and it began to rain indoors.- I ate two bowls of cereal because I was too hungry to wait for dinner.- I washed dishes three times.- I started to hallucinate in the sweat lodge I'd created over the stove.

I sort of resent any meal that takes so long that it would have been easier to work at minimum wage for a fraction of the time and just buy the stupid thing myself. It was kind of good, though.

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I like airports, polemics, simplicity, queer movements, pretending to know how to cook, the New York Times crossword puzzle from Friday to Sunday, Minnesota Public Radio, writing in books, parts of my Catholic upbringing including but not limited to a martyr complex, social justice, and solidarity with sex workers, women with acoustic guitars, corrupting my mother, coffee, urbanity, the Midwest, eating apples in their entirety and developing an immunity to cyanide, Lucille Bluth, multigrain breads where the number of grains are greater than or equal to seven, post-apocalyptic fiction, and maybe having a permanent address someday.